Saturday, 7 March 2015



...the tree outside is starting to blossom,

and I am reminded of this lovely poem about spring by the American poet Billy Collins called simply ‘Today’

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,

so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw

open all the windows in the house

clockwork-canary-in-a-cage-498763-mand unlatch the door to the canary's cage,

indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,


a day when the cool brick paths

and the garden bursting with peonies

snowglobe2seemed so etched in sunlight

that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day.


  1. Oh that is a wonderful poem!!!Xx

  2. wish it were like that here {{Sigh]] only supposed to get about an inch of snow, which I guess isn't too bad in the scheme of things!


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